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these angelic wings
Look at this monster
Tell me his wings aren’t angelic.
Look at the red eyes
To match the red hands.
It’s no use, because
In heaven the homeless are locked away to rot,
The good are the ones who hold their noses;
And in a holy world
If anyone is living like there is no god,
Then god better hope there is no god.
And people worship the abuses
Because they know daddy will reward them.
They know a mad daddy
Means daddy wont be daddy tonight.
And I know that they sit in San Bernardino
Not quite sure if they are in Los Angeles,
Watching on TV
Rich kids in Orange County,
Imagining the life of someone in Riverside,
And it all revolves around tall skyscrapers,
That don’t exist.
Some great metropolis
Just to have babbling morons sit on the street
The street conducting its blood cells,
Perhaps virus.
And the living breathe in the dead,
This is living!
And the living keep looking until the looking ceases
And the looked goes on.
Because the looked never needed the looking.
And looking longing cries out,
This is our world until we give up
On the idea of this being our world.
And the molester is so bad
Until you realize it wasn’t so bad,
Because all of this is so bad after all.
After all in the end we gotta laugh and worry about the little annoyances,
See, we see the worms beneath the skin,
But the skin wrinkles less
If we just see smooth skin.
And so the smooth skin kisses us goodnight,
And the smooth skin gets us hard,
And we look up drowsily,
And we realize what it is giving us
Is all we wanted to stay awake with
The awake cry and cry
The halos enclose
And all the angels come
They see he has a limp in his step
These angelic wings.
